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Good evening.

Something must be done about this. On this roof alone, there are three

and a stalk caught in the antennae.

We certainly can't have that. It interferes with reception.

The picture becomes quite grotesque. Allow me to illustrate.

You see what I mean?

It's rather like home movies made by Picasso or someone.

But enough of this.

You tuned in to see a story, and I'm certain you don't want to spend the time

looking at a negative.

But first, one minute from a man who is a positive thinker.

Ten seconds.

Five, four, three, two, one. All right, Jet.

Exactly three minutes, Mr. Burden.

Jet, how's your life, sir? Thank you, Jet.

Oh, and be sure that there's a clean napkin on the tray, Mrs. Burden said,

lap from the soil.

Yes, sir. And how is Mrs. Burden feeling this morning?

About the same as usual.

I'd better go up to her.

You certainly took your time.

How long does it take to cook an egg, for heaven's sake? I'm sorry, dear.

I just hope this woman you hired looks after me better than you do, Arnold.

Please, give me my tray.

What time does she arrive anyway?

Her train gets in at nine.

Perhaps I'd better send Chester down to the station now.

Is she very anxious?

I just don't want Miss Greco to feel lost, that's all.

All right, tell Chester to get started.

I suppose she'll be some frittery blonde with ten thumbs and a bad permanent.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

The nurse's registry recommended her highly, and you saw her references.

Now, you need a woman to look after you, Elizabeth. You said so yourself.

Oh, Arnold, stop yammering and go.

Arnold.

As soon as Miss Greco arrives, send her up here.

I want to look at this creature.

Miss Greco is here, sir.

How do you do, Miss Greco?

I'm Arnold Burton.

Will you take Miss Greco's luggage up to her room, please?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Well, won't you sit down?

Miss Greco, you must be tired after a long trip.

A little.

Hope you're going to be happy with this, Miss Greco.

My wife needs a woman to look after her.

I've been doing everything I can, of course, but, well, as she herself

suggested, a practical nurse would be so much more practical.

You know about her ailment?

Yes, I do. Well, it's nothing dangerous, but it is rather unpleasant for her.

She's in bed most of the time.

She just hobbles about a bit. She's practically never out of her room except

walks in the garden.

She's very fond of her little walks.

I see.

Would you care for a cigarette?

No, thank you.

It isn't nursing she needs as much as companionship. You know how women are.

Yes.

I certainly hope you're going to be happy with us.

Miss Greco.

Oh, that's her bell.

I expect she wants to see you now.

It's right this way.

Here's Miss Greco, Elizabeth.

How do you do, Mrs. Burden?

How do you do, Miss Greco?

I've just been telling Miss Greco how we've been looking forward to her

Yes.

Well, I expect you want a change. Your room is down the corridor, two doors

mine.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.

Well, where did you get her?

From the Folies Bergères?

Oh, really, Elizabeth?

Oh, she didn't fool me for a minute.

She's a chorus girl if ever I saw one. I suppose you think you're being very

clever, don't you? Nothing of the sort.

You chose her yourself, remember?

The references sent by the nurse's registry.

Never saw the woman before.

But you admit that she's pretty.

She's attractive, yes, but not pretty, no.

Very well, then.

She may stay.

It should be interesting watching you two.

But make no mistake about it, Arnold. I'll be watching.

Really, Elizabeth, you're talking nonsense.

I know you, Arnold. I know you inside out. I can hear your romantic little

beating.

I know the kind of man you are. You're the kind of man that's always depending

on women for one thing or another.

Do we have to talk about this now?

First, it was your mother.

You've never even met my mother.

Your sister told me.

Your mother did everything for you. And it was me.

There's always been a woman to help you. Now, Arnold, isn't that true?

You're not being fair, Elizabeth.

Go ahead.

Tell your Miss Greco she's hired.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, for they in thee a thousand errors

note.

It is my heart that loves what they despise, who, in despite of you, is

to dote.

Arnold, if you must read poetry, can't you find something better than that?

Elizabeth, this is Shakespeare.

It's a lot of romantic glop, if you ask me. Why can't you read me a good novel?

I thought you might like a little poetry for a change.

I might, but you read it so badly.

You try.

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted, nor tender feeling to base

touches prone, nor taste nor smell desire to be invited to an essential

with thee alone.

But my five wits nor my five senses can dissuade one foolish heart from serving

thee.

Foolish is right.

Don't you think so, Arnold?

I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.

Not listening? Oh, what a pity.

Miss Greco reads so beautifully.

Shall I go on?

Please do.

Arnold appreciates that kind of thing. Don't you, Arnold?

Don't you?

Very much.

I'm cold.

I want to go in.

Of course, Mrs. Boone.

That's what you're doing. For heaven's sake. I'm sorry. Let me do it.

Now, come on. Come on.

Yes, listen.

It's quite all right.

Look, please come in.

I've been having trouble sleeping.

I often do. That's why I come down here. I have a glass of hot milk.

It's the only thing, really.

Oh, say, can I fix you one?

Please don't trouble.

No, no, no, no, no. It's no trouble at all. Here, you just sit right down here

at the table.

It's high time that somebody waited on you, Miss Greco.

Thank you.

All right.

Well, Elizabeth has certainly kept you hopping these past two months.

I haven't minded.

No. No, of course you haven't.

You've been wonderfully patient with her.

She isn't that much trouble.

You can be honest with me.

I've been her nurse for the past year.

Here, would you like a little brandy in there?

No, thank you.

It must be terrible for you, seeing her like this.

Especially if you love her a great deal.

Yes, that would be awkward, wouldn't it?

What has happened?

My milk is getting cold.

I love you, Harold.

I love you, too.

But it's hopeless, isn't it?

Depends on what you mean by hopeless.

I mean marriage, of course.

Oh.

That is what you meant, isn't it?

It would be ordinarily, but as you know, I'm a very married man.

There are divorce courts.

Yeah.

Also poor houses.

I don't have any money of my own, you know.

I'm not used to having no money.

That's all there is to it, then.

I can't admit that.

What else can there be?

I won't be a backseat wife.

Dreadful novelty, Ray.

I prefer lover.

And I prefer wife.

There must be something we can do.

This isn't fair to any of us.

Elizabeth.

Never get any better.

She's got more miserable every day.

You, uh... You know that medicine that you give her every night?

You mean the nine o 'clock sedative?

Yeah.

When Dr.

Ivey first prescribed it for her, he warned me that it was very strong,

sensitive.

She's so uncomfortable at night. It helps her a lot.

Yeah. You know about the proper dosage and all that, don't you?

Yes.

I know the drug could be dangerous.

That an overdose could affect the brain.

Possibly cause hemorrhaging.

You wouldn't make any mistake about overdosing?

Of course not.

That would be foolish.

Very foolish.

So easily detectable.

Yes, however, isn't it true that it wouldn't be detected if it were

a little bit at a time?

That is, three extra drops every night have the same effect as an overdose.

Only not immediately.

Yes. I believe that's true.

She'd become weaker every day.

It's bound to be a symptom. Yes, but not necessarily ascribable to the drug.

And the amount in the bottle would hardly be noticeable, don't you think?

I suppose so.

How long do you think it'd take before...

I really can't say.

Just the guess.

I would say about two months.

Darling, darling.

Well, how are we feeling this morning?

Arnold, your cheerfulness is depressing.

I'm sorry, dear.

What are you dressed up for?

Who I am. I thought I might play a little tennis.

No, you can't. Why not?

I want you to read to me this morning.

Well, can't Miss Greco do that? I'm sick of the sound of Miss Greco's voice. And

frankly, Arnold, I'm sick of everything about Miss Greco.

Really, Elizabeth, you know how helpful she's been.

Has she?

And why do I feel so much worse?

Well, you really can't blame her for that.

Did I tell you that Dr. Ivey wants me to enter the hospital for observation?

Well, if he really thinks it's necessary, Elizabeth.

He says this loss of appetite is serious.

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing too serious.

How can you be so sure?

I suppose the doctor should know what he's talking about.

But you know how you hate hospitals.

Besides...

What would I do without you?

I wonder.

Now, will you wait a few days? And if you don't feel any better, you go to the

hospital. But let's not talk about it anymore.

I've got to run. I'll be late for my game.

Arnold. Yes, dear?

I've already told Dr. Ivey that I'll enter the hospital the middle of next

Well, if you really think that's best, Elizabeth.

You realize what this means, don't you?

If they give her a thorough examination, they're bound to detect the overdose in

her system.

Arnold, what should we do?

Perhaps if we stopped... No, no, it's too late for that.

But, uh... There is another way, of course.

You mean increase the dose?

Just another couple of drops.

Do you still love me, Arnold?

Oh, what a pretty picture.

Go right on with it, Arnold.

Don't let me interrupt you.

You forgot to give me my sedative.

And I couldn't find the bell. I had to walk down here all by myself.

I'm glad I did. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

Please, Mrs. Burden, you mustn't think... Quiet, you. I've had enough of

Understand that?

Quite enough.

Oh, you know, you're mistaken, Elizabeth.

Miss Greco -Milly has something in her eye.

I know she does.

You.

But she's one woman you won't lean on again, Arnold.

I want her out of this house tomorrow.

Mrs. Burden, please, listen.

You're fired.

And if Arnold was my employee instead of my husband, maybe I'd fire him too.

But he's my husband.

Understand?

He's my husband.

Now, you can help me back upstairs, Arnold.

Tomorrow you'll call the nurse's registry and arrange for a substitute

Greco. Only this time, I'll interview the candidates personally.

Elizabeth, what are you doing out of bed?

You'll over -tire yourself.

I didn't want to miss the great farewell scene.

Besides, I'm feeling so much better this morning.

I called Dr. Ivey and told him to cancel the hospital appointment.

I don't think I'm going to need it after all.

That's fine, dear.

Why, poor Arnold, you look so upset.

Stop it, Elizabeth.

There's always been a woman's help, hasn't there?

Only now she's gone.

You'll have to depend on me again.

Poor little sick me.

Arnold.

Did you do what I told you? Did you call the nurse's registry?

Yes.

Yes, there'll be three candidates here this afternoon for you to choose from

starting at two o 'clock.

Good.

I was thinking of going out to a movie if you don't think you'll need me.

Go ahead.

See a good romantic movie full of passionate love scenes.

Get it out of your system.

Did you enjoy your movie?

It was all right.

Well, our problems are solved.

I found the perfect woman. She's already started work.

I'm glad. Did they all show up one time?

The first two were impossible.

Too young.

But the third?

Ideal. She's in the kitchen.

Why don't you go down and have a look at her?

You seem to find it amusing.

Amusing? Why should I?

downstairs and look at her.

Go on, Arnold.

Does she want me, your missus?

I was just making a pot of coffee.

How do you like her?

How do you like your new dream girl, Arnold?

at exactly nine o 'clock.

You won't forget it, will you?

No, of course not.

You're sure that you understand about the dosage?

Oh, yes, I understand.

Just three more drops, then it calls on the bottle.

That's right.

It shouldn't take long to finish her off now.

I... I certainly appreciate this.

Mother.

That's the way the bustle bounces.

Now we have some medicine of our own we must take, after which I shall reappear.

Courage now.

It may be bitter, but you'll feel better when it's over.

By the by, Arnold Burdon's attempt to achieve single blessedness was

by his mother. At a crucial moment, the poor woman became completely addled.

Due to an overdose of cooking, Sherry.

Next week we shall return... This is amazing.

I never saw a stork at work before.

I hope they have a lair ready.

They'll find that isn't Santa coming down the chimney.

Good night.